This year the seas were relatively calm, something that relieved Amélie. True, the time she and Gérard had spent sailing with Captain Beauchamp mean... the two were no strangers to shipboard life. Nor did they worry about seasickness. Sandrine, despite some early tremors and worries, proved to be an adept sailor as well.The books they brought aboard along with the small guitar Gérard had learned to play during their time as fugitives were their principal amusements. That, plus their discovery of. He moved back deeply inside and returned to stroking, more and more firmly, time after time, until he began surging into me again. With each surge he gripped my breasts, drove deeper, and deposited more.Now, an unexplainable feeling came over me. It was uncontrollable. My internal spasms had changed. This time my body was spontaneously arching up to meet him and trying to tighten around him.Finally, he let his weight down onto my back completely and his hands firmed up against my breast into an. ?When it?s lubed up to my satisfaction I switch my attention to yourtight little arse hole.? Spreading your buttocks with one hand I squeezea thick dollop of lube out straight onto your arse hole making youshudder.?? Using two fingers I start tomassage it into your ring, even pressing the tips of my fingers into you tospread the lube and stretch you a little in anticipation of Masters thick cock head .? I slowly twistmy fingers back and forth in your arse, gradually working my fingers in up. "I'd almost forgotten how good it feels like this." She was speaking to Katie, who in spite of herself was watching us intently.Suzie lifted herself a bit and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. "Here goes." She whispered. Slowly, she eased herself down on it, until it was fully inside her. "Oh god, that's so good." She groaned, moving on it, beginning to work it inside her. I helped her with my hands on her hips."Suzie! Tory! You can't do that! Oh my god, you....